Disclaimer : Characters belong to their respectful owners
Fandom : The Originals
Rating : K+
Pairing : Kolijah – Elijah Mikaelson x Kol Mikaelson (sort of)
Genres : fanfiction, alternate universe, humor, fluff
Characters: Freya Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Hope Mikaelson and many others
Summary: An AU in which Kol is resurrected by Freya, in the form of… a baby.
Inspired by whatevenkol’s idea and given permission to write this story
One Tiny Problem
Her phone just wouldn’t cease its incessant cries until she gave up ignoring and pulled it out of her pocket.
The caller wasn’t one she expected. At least for a while.
“It’d better be emergency, Nik, because I just saw a potential doppelgänger of Kol passing by and just so you know, I’m not having vampire speed to catch up with him,” she ranted, exasperated. “There, he’s gone out of sight, thank you very much, Nik.”
The person on the other line was silent, most likely waiting for her to finish her complaint. Some minutes later, a too-familiar voice spoke up, “Now that you’ve done venting your frustration, Rebekah, forget that doppelganger nonsense. We need you home, in New Orleans. Immediately.”
Rebekah mentally sighed, unimpressed by the underlying command in her brother’s voice. Nik had a penchant for drama, didn’t she know it too well?
“Do you have any idea where I am? I’m in Portland. Do you know it’s impossible to get a flight at this time? And what the bloody hell is that wailing over there? Have you mistreated my niece?”
“You niece is perfect, Rebekah,” answered Niklaus in a tone that said he was as irritated as her, perhaps even more. “Safe, tucked in, and peacefully snoozing. What kind of monster do you take me for? That diabolical noise,” he stressed grimly, “is entirely Freya’s fault.”
Rebekah was dumbfounded. “How is that our sister’s fault? Nik, did something happen? Pass the phone to Elijah!”
“Sorry, love. Elijah is having his hands full right now.”
“What happened Nik?”
“What happened is some magic mishaps and voila, we have a baby brother to take care of, heavy emphasis on the ‘baby’.”
“Which brother… Don’t tell me you did something to Elijah!”
As she spoke, she could still hear the baby crying loudly over the phone, which only confused and unnerved her increasingly.
And did she just hear Nik sigh?
“If you had vampire hearing now, love, you would hear our brother’s failed attempts to solve this tiny problem. Not Elijah, our other brother who has just died… again.”
Her witch heart nearly stopped. “Kol? You mean… Kol?”
“Yes, it’s Kol and you need to know: one, it was Freya’s fault, not mine and two, come back to New Orleans now, wherever you are.”
He hanged up, leaving a very perplexed Rebekah standing like a statue in the middle of the bustling street, every cell of her brain grinding together to process the information. Baby crying. Magic mishaps. Baby brother. Kol… So… Kol was the crying baby due to some magic mishaps which Nik had felt righteous to blame their sister Freya. “What the bloody hell…” she muttered.
It took several car horns and one furiously yelling driver to snap her out of her trance-like state. The next thing she knew, Rebekah was sprinting for the nearest travel agency.
(To be continued. Maybe.)